She was leaning-in on him and weeping.
All he could do was put his arms around her and let her cry.
Every few minutes he would whisper something in her ear. Whatever he said, had enough power to give her the strength to look up, into his eyes, but that magnetic pull lasted only a few seconds. Her tears were much more powerful. They forced her head back into his chest where it must have found his heartbeat. Her tears and his heartbeat, what better combination to absorb devastating news in a cancer infusion waiting room.
He finally eased her down into her wheelchair where she would catch her breath, hold her head in her hands and wait for the next tsunami of tears. It didn’t take long for her to stand up, the tears flowing and shaking with fear.
They were frozen in that space. He clearly felt this was the best place for them to ride out the news. It wasn’t a private space, but it was far enough away from the world outside that was moving to a different beat. They stayed, locked together in that pose for a long time.
Bad cancer news and so many tears.